Two weeks have passed since the Demon Moon, and the snow has turned into a stream that flows into the Chishui River.

When the white veil faded, the trees on both sides sprouted new shoots and were now full of green.

After the land outside the east end of the town was baked by Anna, it was temporarily designated by Her Highness as a training ground for the First Army of the border town.

In the middle of the field, Carter Lannis took the end of the knife sleeve and twisted it twice to check that the bayonet was securely mounted.

It's a new thing His Highness has invented, but it's much more rudimentary than the self-running black pimple machine and the improved snow powder that can explode when a fire is ignited. As soon as he held it in his hand, Carter knew it wasn't a proper weapon.

Essentially, it is nothing more than a sharp, triangular piece of iron, slightly folded in half, based on the midline. Although the blade is open, it is impossible to use it to slash the target - the blades on both sides are extremely short, the front end is almost none, and the rear end is only the width of a thumb nail.

This weapon has only one purpose, which is to stab, and it must be attached to a musket before it can be used, and when held in the hand alone, it is not even as good as a dagger.

Wasting a lot of pig iron and creating a weapon with only a single attack method is naturally an unqualified work in the eyes of the chief knight. If a blacksmith in his territory dared to do so, he would have bound him up and beaten him severely.

But even with such an inferior weapon, he could see His Highness's uniqueness in details, such as the design of the casing's card slot, a tongue and groove with two right angles, as long as the small iron bar on the barrel is inserted, and then half a turn, the bayonet can be fixed on the barrel. This shaped tongue and groove makes the sleeve and the barrel do not need to fit very well, and the sleeve that is too loose can be stuffed with some pieces of paper and then rotated, and if not, the leaves can be settled.

"Get on the bayonet!"

Hearing the order, the members of the musket team who had been assigned bayonets drew their blades from the bayonet pouches straddled their waists and put on the barrels of their guns -- only about 40 new weapons and matching knife pouches had been produced so far, and those that had not been received had to be temporarily replaced with short wooden poles of the same length as muskets.

This maneuver took about a morning, and most people now have only two or three breaths to fix their bayonets. According to His Highness, this is a last-minute struggle, and he does not want to see his subordinates enter a white-knuckle battle unless it is absolutely necessary. Carter dismisses this statement, and does not stab the sword into the enemy's body with his own hands, and is still only a chick. Only when they see blood can they transform from miners and hunters into warriors.

Iron Axe is also in the team, and although he claims to be a hunter, Carter can tell from the other party's skills that this person is definitely specially trained in combat, and his skills are not much worse than that of knights.

When His Highness asked Carter to teach soldiers to practice assassination, he was a little weak-minded, he had never heard of such a thing as a bayonet, and what if he didn't know how to use it at all. However, after seeing the prototype, he immediately became full of confidence, this is not equivalent to a long spear that is one size shorter, and due to the special nature of the blade, it is much easier to use than a long spear.

The only advantage of the single bayonet attack method is that it is easy to train, there is no splitting, flirting, blocking, sweeping, there is only one action, stabbing. The chief knight lined up all the team members in several rows and taught them the most suitable stabbing movements - standing with their legs back and forth, bending their knees, and pushing their arms forward with the best force they could.

The repetitive training was extremely boring, and to Carter's amazement, everyone was meticulously performing the stabbing moves, and before the winter, they were a bunch of weak and lazy civilians, but now they were behaving decently. Shouting the verbal order will be carried out immediately, and training them is even easier than cultivating subordinates. Of course, if you put a sword on them, which is what His Highness calls a "cold weapon", these people still can't do more than three moves under their own hands. But in terms of will, their progress is worth a look at.

After half an hour of practice, Carter asked the musketeers to sit down and take a break. At this time, His Royal Highness the Prince also happened to appear at the training ground, followed by a woman wearing a hood. The knight was not surprised by this, His Highness had already greeted him in advance, and today's practice would be carried out with the cooperation of the witch.

However, the witch was really tall, and at first glance she was almost the same as His Highness. It's better for girls to be smaller, Carter thought. He then asked everyone to stand up and salute His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince.

"Your Highness!" shouted the soldiers with their hands in unison.

"Good work," Roland nodded, and was about to speak as he walked over to the knight when a big man suddenly rushed out of the group. Carter Lannis frowned, and took a step to block the prince behind him, his hand already resting on the hilt of his sword. And the nightingale also showed up for the first time and grabbed Roland's arm. If the slightest situation is wrong, she can pull the prince into the fog.

The big man who rushed out was the iron axe.

He didn't run to the prince, but knelt straight down at the woman, not with the one-knee salute of the Continental Kingdom, but with the whole person lying on the ground, his head buried deep between his arms, "Patriarch!"

Musketeer training was suspended.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

In the castle hall, Carter, Echo, and Iron Axe stood in a row, and Roland sat on the main seat and asked with a little dissatisfaction.

Discipline, discipline! How many times have it been emphasized that the army should have iron discipline! Not to mention seeing the patriarch, even if you see the king, you should not be moved. If you really have a request, you can report it. He was still very optimistic about the iron axe, and he couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this. In the final analysis, it is still the cultural quality that cannot keep up, and the meaning of discipline cannot be thoroughly understood.

"Your Highness," Iron Axe couldn't help but want to kneel down as soon as he spoke, but his knees were halfway bent and stopped by Roland.

"Stand and speak!"

“...... Yes," the latter swallowed and said, "Lord Silvermoon was the patriarch of my clan when I was in Iron Sand City. ”

"No, Kabago, I'm not the patriarch......" Echo said with a quick wave of his hand.

"No, you are," Iron Axe retorted, "after the death of your father and brother, you were the patriarch of the Osa clan from that moment on, according to Mojin custom. I heard that you were sold to Clearwaterport, but I didn't find you there, and I thought you were ...... He's dead. ”

"But I—"

Roland interrupted Echo's words, "Come one by one, Iron Axe, you speak first." ”

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

......

The story wasn't too complicated, and Roland quickly understood what was going on.

Echo was originally a member of the Osa clan in Iron Sand, her real name was Drow Silvermoon, and her father was the patriarch of the Osa clan.

The Sandfolk are not a single entity, and the population that Iron Sand City can accommodate is limited, so every three years, each clan has to fight a sacred duel in the Scorching Lands, and only the six winning clans can gain residency in the city, while the other clans either live outside the city or gather in the green sea. Although these settlements also have water sources, wild beasts and sandstorms pose a great threat to the sandfolk, so the warriors of each clan leave no stone unturned in each sacred duel. (To be continued.) )